Secrets No Longer Worth Keeping

Reminders

2012-01-20T07:47:00.000-08:00

When things are going well it is too easy to forget about all the challenges I have experienced and the way God has been faithful to carry me through them.

My faith has been strengthened beyond my imagination over the past two years, but if I neglect that faith and fail to nurture it I am no better off than I was two years ago. When God removes distractions (which for me included my previous job, environment, and way of thinking and living), you can't help but put every ounce of trust in Him or deny His sovereignty. There is an investment that takes place when you truly rely on God for your daily bread. His word becomes that much more vibrant and real, almost three dimensional.

I do my very best to keep a healthy, humble perspective on where I am in my walk with Christ and how I relate with others. Lately, I have not done the best job of maintaining that perspective, and it has played out in several instances over the past couple of weeks. The subtlety of sin and pride is quite dangerous and costly. I need to remember God's faithfulness, trustworthiness and His promises to combat my selfishness, sometimes by the minute. Jesus' example - a completely blameless man being punished for my sin - should shake us all to the core. He is the only one who could have taken that on - not only because He is God's son, but because no other man in history would stay silent in that situation. No other man would have the fortitude to completely disregard their sense of injustice for the good of another. Jesus did that and much more than I will ever understand.

I often tell people I love my job, what I get to do and where I get to work and serve, but I rarely say why. Yes, it is because I have a passion for creative work, but it goes far deeper than that. What I do reminds me of an answered prayer that I began to pray years ago. "God, use me to reach those far from you."

My motivation to do everything I do is and must remain that of helping people see how God has changed my life radically for His good and glory - and to serve as a beacon of hope and a reminder to those far away from Him that God will never give up on reaching them. The fact that I am able to do that through creating videos and leading worship far outweighs any material reward. I pray that one day my life will serve as a reminder to someone that God is everything they need.

Social Media is Wierd

2011-11-26T09:00:00.000-08:00

In recent months, I've come to realize how strange social media can be (or more accurately, how strange my life has become). For instance, I was browsing Facebook this morning, saw a picture of a friend, went to the friend's profile and it occurred to me that s/he is now either separated or divorced. I approve friend requests from people I barely spoke with when I (vaguely recall) knew them in "real life". Then I completely ignore their posts, etc. because I have no idea who they are.

I now feel the urge to wish a happy birthday to people I don't know personally - thanks to the convenience of typing two little words (with the most exciting bit of punctuation my little heart desires added at the end to impart of sense of heartfelt warmth the cold depths of the Internet so often sucks away from communication) into a box on the right hand corner of my screen.

I wake up and instantly look at my phone to browse TweetDeck for nuggets of excitement - usually lacking - and then realize with deep-seated conviction that I haven't read my "analog" bible in weeks. I read YouVersion's awesome bible app, but there is something about reading God's word in something bound in leather that makes a difference for me.

Social Media (wow, I just capitalized it) has it's place in society and is a very useful method of communication, but I feel it is in danger of one day becoming an almost laughable platform for self-advertisement... And then there are the news agencies - I don't even want to begin to discuss the way I've seen them place stock in what John and Jane Doe tweet or post to Facebook and how utterly disappointing that is.

Well, it's been at least five minutes since I've been on Facebook and it appears I have five new notifications, so I better wrap this up.

Necessary Illness

2011-09-15T08:48:00.000-07:00

I have been ill for the past five days. Nothing really definitive - just a general feeling of congestion, inability to focus, weakness and a sore throat. The thing is, being sick has become exhausting. I was exhausted while sick, and now I am exhausted because I was sick (if that makes any sense).

I have quickly learned that what I do is the most time-intensive thing I have ever engaged in. For a while, it took a long time to make videos because I was learning how to make the software work (not to mention the lingo, techniques, processes). Now, it takes a long time because I am a perfectionist and the stunning, astonishingly creative images and sequences I see in my head and my dreams never seem to make it into my work (try as they might).

I would love to have the plight of the Amish - who intentionally include slight errors in their furniture-making to remind themselves that only God is perfect... Currently, I have all the errors with none of the intentionality. I suppose that is because God knows me better than I know myself. And then there is the issue of trying too hard. I am a proficient guitar player - but I've been playing the guitar since I was eight years old. I too often compare my editing, motion design, and compositing abilities to my musicianship - and it leads to nothing but frustration. Not the "I'm never going to be good enough" frustration; rather the fleeting "I should know how to do this without having to try ten different methods" type... Playing the guitar is comfortable now - almost second-nature, but I recall a moment in time (three or four days after learning to strum my first chord) when I decided that I was never going to pick up a guitar again.

Now, I began this post with the idea that I got sick because I was working too hard and too many hours - and intended to tout the positive aspects of rest and recovery; which I still believe is the case. However, it seems the point of all this has become an encouragement of sorts - that although I've been staring at After Effects for the past hour with no ideas coming to mind, I'll eventually get it.

So, if you are reading this and have been working and working and working at something for hours, days, weeks, or even years without seeing any results - be encouraged and embrace the process.

And if I Never Know You, Let Me Feel the Lack

2011-04-17T19:36:00.000-07:00

This weekend, Katie and I traveled to VA Beach to be a part of the wedding of two close friends. We've known this couple for around 8 years now, and their wedding was awesome. We were truly humbled and honored to be asked to be involved. The story of their relationship is worth a lengthy blog, itself, but that's not my story to tell. Trust me, though - it's amazing.

On the drive home - or at least to the hotel in Roanoke Rapids, it started to hit me - that slight knot in my gut. I couldn't put my finger on it right away, but after driving another hour, and singing along to a few more songs on the 80's XM station (specifically Cyndi Lauper and Belinda Carlisle) contributing to my nostalgia, I realized I miss my friends (It didn't help that we drove through a tornado, either). Now, you may wonder why I say it that way - and I will explain. I love all my friends, but I realized on the way to North Myrtle Beach that subconsciously, I assume everyone else freezes in time after I stop interacting with them on a daily or weekly basis, and nothing changes - with the exception of the exciting things I happen to do afterwards. This is obviously foolish and short-sighted of me, but I imagine it is a protective mechanism I've developed some time ago after moving a few times as a kid.

Anyway, this weekend was wrapped up in so many emotions I cannot begin to summarize everything it brought on for me. As with most events like this, the time was too short, and there was much left unsaid by me to those I wanted to reconnect with - I wanted it to feel "like old times," but we've gotten older - most of us have gotten married, moved, changed careers, had kids, and are living in different states.

I think I've spent too much of my life trying not to feel anything that I am fighting regret and guilt for omissions - times when I could have done more, said more, or just been there for my friends... I spoke with an older gentlemen after the reception who told me how much he enjoyed knowing me and Katie, and that most of his friends were either dead or suffering from dementia or Alzheimer's... He said, "At my age, this might be the last time I see you." It was then that I was reminded yet again that though God leads us in different directions, we are all capable of loving regardless of geography and all that stuff that we allow to distract us - and time waits for no one.

As I move into new phases of my life and continue to make new, close friends, I am adding a priority - to hold onto my relationships as tightly as I can no matter what.

I wrote a song a loooong time ago that had this line in it: "And if I never know you, let me feel the lack." I had no idea what I meant by that when I wrote it - it just sounded cool, but I think it is appropriate to this situation.

With that said, I love all of my friends and I always will, no matter what distance or time finds itself between us. Also, don't hate on Cyndi or Belinda.

Time is Money?

2010-06-29T09:43:00.000-07:00

I keep thinking this is going to be over soon. In the midst of every complaint that comes to my mind, God makes me acutely aware that things could always be worse.

When I was in heretoday, we played a few shows with a band called Slingshot 57. These guys were genuine, excellent musicians and strong Christ followers. In fact, Paul, their bass player, is now in Run Kid Run. At one show, they had a table with about 20 little info cards with pictures of kids who needed help. I asked Paul what they were for, and he explained they had partnered with Mission of Mercy to sponsor children. I took a look at the cards and decided to sponsor a little girl in a different country (details omitted because this is the interwebs). I wasn't making much money at the time (sadly, I was making more then than I am right now), but I decided it was worth it to help someone out and maybe develop a relationship with someone so far away and in so much need. I'll explain why this is important to my situation in a bit.

During the past eight months, I have had to cling to God more tightly than ever before in my life for everything. When I was offered a job, I foolishly thought that would be the end of my troubles and that Katie and I would soon be returning to our comfortable lives with plenty to save, give and spend. The reality is that I am now working at home for 100% commission, and I have not earned a penny. I was working in the office for the first couple of months, but the environment was such that on Sunday afternoons I would begin to experience chest pains that intensified on Monday mornings, and did not subside until I was home in the afternoons. I spoke with the owner, who said I could work from home for commission, which to me is better than the alternative of not working at all or potentially having an MI while at the office.

It is a strange dynamic to be thankful to God for everything while fighting the temptation to be frightened out of my wits about how the next month's bills are going to be paid. I have tried to explain this to Katie... how I can be calm in the midst of all this. It is not easy, and it is certainly not easy for her. Right now, we believe Katie is being called to serve as much as she can with the church as opposed to working for a paycheck. This really does not make sense to a lot of people - especially given the circumstances. When I am faced with odd looks after this is discussed I am reminded of the rich young ruler. Jesus never told anyone who asked him what they should do to save their money, keep their belongings, accrue wealth, or buy a nice house. He said to sell it all, give the money to the poor and follow him. I am convicted of that almost daily when I wake up in my king size bed, walk into the living room to play games on my XBox which is hooked up to my 50" TV and 5.1 surround sound system; or work on videos, music, etc. on this iMac and am then tempted to pity myself. That girl in that other country lives in a house made of concrete blocks. I am ashamed to tell her what I do with my time. I am embarrassed at the relative wealth I have compared to the wage her father makes and struggles to support his family with. I never had the need to be sponsored as a child, and for that I am grateful.

On the other side of this, Katie and I have been involved with Barefoot Church here in North Myrtle Beach. I cannot explain how it is that we are in nearly identical positions with this church as we were at Stafford Crossing after being here for less than two months. When I am at Barefoot, I know I am doing what God has given me to do for now. It is the boat, and everything else is the storm. My job situation, finances, car, future, dreams... all of it feels like the wind that distracted Peter and caused him to doubt. I cannot take my focus from Jesus and place it on the wind. I can never do that because Jesus is the only one keeping me above water.

He is my only hope. I know I am alive right now and I am exactly where I am locationally, physically, spiritually and emotionally because God wants me here. Today, I was going through mail we've received and haven't been able to look at since the move. I found a letter from that little girl in that other country.

I was having a mini-freak out session internally at the time, and I started to read the letter. Next to what she had written in her vernacular were three translated words in the middle of the page: "I love you." I have never seen this girl in person, I have never been to where she is and I may never see her face to face. All I know is that God loves her the same as He loves me, and He is providing for both of us every day.

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."

On Videos and Everything Else

2010-03-13T08:23:00.000-08:00

Recently I began to venture into the world of video creation using iMovie. It has been a great new creative outlet, as I often see pictures in my head of what I write about in songs, chords, and notes using my voice and the guitar or piano.

It has also been challenging as I have faced some limitations of the program against what my mind thinks should happen on the screen. This, of course, could actually be remedied by purchasing a much more powerful and more expensive program – but my lack of gainful employment at this time makes that kind of thing difficult to accomplish.

As with all things lately, this has been something inspired by my pursuit of what God wants me to do and His will for my life. I believe that may be the case (and should be for all of us) regarding everything I do for the remainder of my days on this earth. Every aspect of my activities, behavior, thought, speech and interactions with others should be an act of worship. It is amazing to realize God knew me before I was formed and He knows the number of hairs on my head. It is astounding to realize He allows us to worship Him in so many ways.

With all of this awe and amazement at God's wonder filling my head, it is difficult to condense information and ideas into a video that does not last more than three days... Learning to make videos is absolutely a blast and I fortunately have some friends who have vast experience I can turn to for advice and assistance. I am looking forward to seeing where this new aspect might lead and what God does through me and with me in this process.

God is active, and I have been blessed enough to notice and recall how active He is in my life during the recent weeks and months. I met with the associate pastor at my church the other day, and suddenly realized everything I mentioned was something I know God was orchestrating to further His will in my life, to further the advancement of His kingdom, and to teach me. I just have to be willing to keep walking forward when God says "Go."

I still do not know what I am supposed to “be when I grow up,” but I know who I am right now and who I will always be; a child of God, ransomed from the wages of sin and an eternity without Him. It is amazing that I have been given such amazing gifts and the desire to use them for the right reasons.

Hope

2010-02-28T20:06:00.000-08:00

There is so much more I want to do. I am usually a one thing at a time, easy-going kind of guy, but lately I've had more ideas than I can keep track of crashing into each other in my brain. Sometimes I don't even know where to begin to try to collect and process them.

Since September 18, 2009, I have been unemployed. My former employer sold the part of the company I worked for and the office was closed. When that happened, I lost my job, as did 25 others – many of whom I had developed close working friendships with and many whom I still call close friends. It is a story for another blog, but at the same time my wife and I believed God was calling her to stop teaching and work in whatever ministry capacity possible with the church. The ending to that story as far as we are concerned right now is that we went from two incomes to a weekly unemployment benefit payment. God provided a place for us to live and store our property, and He has remained faithful since we moved out of downtown Fredericksburg. Our faith has grown immensely, as has our trust in God and resting in what He has done for us and will do. We have never wanted for our daily bread, not to mention so many more blessings we did not deserve.

Back to what I started this all about... I have been sensing a strong call to do more with the musical talents God has given me. As a result, I have begun to re-learn to read music, I am re-learning to play the piano, and I am beginning to experiment with composing soundtracks and work with film and music. I even started playing drums at church due to a sudden vacancy. I am also teaching guitar lessons, which has proved to be an amazing process. God is showing me that just because a career in a rock band didn't happen, I don't have to live a life without music in a very real way.

I have begun to receive inspiration to write more songs – not just about my personal experiences in a radio friendly, rock and roll kind of way, but to write about my experiences as a worshiper of the Almighty God. I am learning a new language of praise in songwriting (albeit slowly), and I am working towards a better understanding of God's word by studying it more and more.

With all of these new endeavors has come a fresh breath of air in regards to how I am living my life. I believe God created me to worship Him with all that is within me – all my heart, soul, and strength – and I am just now beginning to exercise what had been in danger of atrophy for years now.

I don't know where this new leg of the journey is leading, but I am excited because of Who I am following. Hope truly does spring eternal.

The Welcome Wagon

2010-02-25T21:28:00.000-08:00

Sometimes simplicity is all that is required for a song to strike a powerful chord.

Deuteronomy 5: 7-8

2010-02-25T07:38:00.000-08:00

Worship.

It comes in many forms and can have many recipients. God declared that we shall have no other gods before Him. However, every little thing we come in contact with on a daily basis vies for God's affection and the worship due Him. The Israelites built idols out of wood and gold. Today, we build idols out of jobs, houses, salaries, TVs, technological devices, and anything else we can get our minds around. Anything that distracts us from the one true God. Even processes involved with worship can become an idol.

This morning as I was heating up a lean pocket for breakfast, I was “inspired” to write a worship song. I was then immediately convicted that my motivation for writing a worship song was not, in fact, just to worship God and express my love and gratitude, but rather to come up with an amazing song to share with others. In my decision to do something for God, I was motivated by selfish ambition. An idol I face constantly.

As I sauntered down the stairs with my Lean Pocket and Diet Coke (breakfast of champions), I began to consider what chords I would use and what the topic of the song would be. I sat down with a guitar and began strumming; searching my mind for Godly topics, things that I could praise Him for... and then it struck me. I was right back into the mode of impressing others. God arrested my heart and reminded me that if I wanted to worship Him, I needed to stop focusing on the distractions of chords and people and the visions I had of churches everywhere singing “my song,” and instead focus on His goodness and love. I needed to remove from my mind the idea that anyone else might ever even hear the song.

Once I accepted God's correction, the words flowed, the melody and transitions became natural and fluid, and I could sense that I was truly worshiping God. It did not matter if anyone else ever heard the song. However, as soon as I finished I was again confronted with the temptation to put the song out there for “everyone” to hear and appreciate and love... but as I write these words I feel that I need to let the song sit for a while and just be between myself and God without any idols in the way.

For The Record

2008-12-09T06:57:00.000-08:00

Let it be known heretofore, I stole my "chipisthisguy" idea from Matt. His original phrasing was "thisguyismatt" and I thought that was a great idea. I didn't want to seem too obvious, so I reversed the order. Anyway, if you have attributed any sort of genius to me because of my use of "chipisthisguy," you should really attribute mild plaigaristic tendencies.

The Opportunity Cost of Convenience

2008-12-03T11:33:00.000-08:00

Would you have the guts (would I have the guts) to leave technology behind and "rough it?" No laptop, no blackberry/Treo/PSP/PDA/GPS, iPod, iPhone - you name it. I feel like my existence is being swallowed up by the need for immediacy. It is becoming an addiction of American culture. I want everything right now. I am finding myself feeling impatient about how "long" shipments take to reach me. These little gems of technological joy that I have had the misfortune to order online instead of purchase in-store. "Snail Mail" takes too long. Even UPS and FedEx take "too long."

You can post your minute-by minute activities to the Internet with a few keystrokes and high speed or 3G connectivity. I almost feel nauseous with the online overload I've been experiencing lately. I am afraid that humans are beginning to depend on the Internet for sanity and comfort. It is like another member of the family. We have built this machine, and it is slowly occupying every second of our time and every detail of our attentions.

This is all a pretty extreme view of technology and one I don't always think about - and I realize this is a personal thing that not everyone deals with... I think maybe I am beginning to lose my balance on the ledge of progress and this is my way to step back for a minute and take a breath, or to "Be still and know that I am God."

Offensive

2008-10-23T06:19:00.000-07:00

I am worried all the time – well, most of the time, about what friends and even strangers might think about me because of my beliefs. I worry I will be mocked, discounted, and shunned if I give any inkling of an idea of what I believe or attempt to explain or defend my beliefs. And then it occurred to me how ridiculous this is. That is the point, really. The things that get my attention and make me think are offensive and different. Thought-provoking, some may say.

I have used my quiet personality as an excuse to remain silent about my faith in Christ. God has made me aware of this recently – and there is no way to describe exactly what being convicted by God is like to someone who has never felt it personally. It is an amazing thing, though. It is a catalyst for salvation, even.

It is sad... In America we worry about our reputations being affected by our beliefs. In other countries and areas of the world, people die every day for their beliefs. I don't want to be worried anymore.

I admit it, I am a nerd

2008-08-21T06:34:00.000-07:00

Here's to New Beginnings

2007-10-25T08:42:00.000-07:00

We turned and departed with more solitude and silence than a gaping hole, absent of anything, even atmosphere. We felt surrounded, nonetheless. I longed to feel the resonance of a dreadnought as I strummed brand new strings - forming the newness of a song never before played; the rumble of four 12-inch speakers powered by something I don't even comprehend the creation of, as the rising pounding, singing, plucking and jumping up and down one more time comes alongside. The shared looks and inside jokes sent across the sometimes smaller-than-a-closet fortress built out of metal, fiber, wood, music and love. Occupied by us and a genuine understanding of what we were doing was making a difference - even if the only difference it made was in us. We turned and departed, as if we were leaving our childhood home. Wandering into the rest of our lives with a direction yet to be determined, but guided by certainty. Driving cars we traded old reliable in for. A new coat sometimes is not better than an old, worn and familiar blanket. But those old, worn and familiar blankets had beginnings, too. I still look over my shoulder, wondering the whys, hows and what ifs, but I have this same wonderment when I am looking forward, too. And that is how it all started in the first place.

Welcome

2007-10-18T14:46:00.001-07:00

Welcome to my new blog. I hope this will be interesting. We'll see.